The Aliens Land in Australia
When the aliens land with plans to invade, it is up to one Aussie bloke to prove to them that the world is worth saving.
The aliens arrive in a giant, metal sphere,
skin translucent, I can see through the sheer
Organs of black burrow in their flesh,
veins wrap around bones like mesh
Their ship landed neatly on my shed,
screams and chaos mean neighbours have fled
As they march through a ring of rubble,
I am sure they mean us harm and trouble
I have nothing to fight them with but grit,
I think for a moment that I should split
Meat burns on the bbq as I brandish my tongs,
I’m dressed only in old shorts and thongs
I’m expecting to die in a bloody fight,
instead one of them clicks and sky turns to night
I look up in horror, mouth open wide,
Hundreds more spheres fill up the skies
A throat being cleared draws my gaze back down
The leader, I presume, makes a gurgled sound
Seven veiny fingers hold up a box,
Metallic and brown, it looks like a rock
A pause and then the box begins to speak,
in what sounds oddly like ancient Greek
I’m confused until the rock’s tone changes,
flicking through languages of all earth’s ages
When the box flicks to English my eyes grow wide
Fingers lock the box’s language with a subtle slide
Now I understand, the words chill my heart,
crushing my shed was just the start
Speaking of human murder, mayhem and treason,
The box implores me to come up with one reason,
one reason our planet should not be invaded?
The threat of our demise if they can’t be persuaded
I’m still holding my tongs, the meat long dead,
Trying to come up with a reason in my head
All I can think through all of my fear,
is why the fuck me? Why the fuck here?
They’ve made a mistake, I’m not the right bloke
The fate of the world and I’m going to choke
I’m wondering if have time to call my spouse,
when my old dog Daisy emerges from the house
My heart sinks in my chest as glowing sticks are drawn,
The alien weapons raised as Daisy pees on the lawn
I run over to Daisy, waving tongs in the air,
grab my dog’s collar as the aliens stare
She’s friendly! I shout, not sure if they get it,
I kneel next to my old girl to show I submit
Daisy finally notices the translucent aliens,
maybe she thinks they are weird homo-sapiens?
She pulls out of my grip and walks up to the leader,
She’s thinking maybe this creepy bloke might feed her
Tears run down my face and catch in my beard,
I’m praying my old girl won’t get glow-speared
Seven fingers reach out slowly, Daisy sticks out her tongue,
I’m holding my breath and it’s burning my lungs
Daisy licks the long fingers with gentle grace,
I hope they can recognise the love on her face.
The leader’s hand moves on down to her back,
moves up and down in what looks like a pat
Daisy’s tail wags and she huffs in glee,
I’m so bloody nervous I let out a wee
Soon all the aliens gather around,
petting and gurgling at my old hound
The box translates the gurgles and all I hear
is How soft! So sweet! Oh, what a dear!
After a moment, the leader looks up,
his fingers hesitantly leave the fur of my pup
The box translates the gurgles and relief lets me breathe,
when I hear that the aliens will soon take their leave
They wanted a reason not to invade,
they found it with the kindness Daisy displayed
With a few last pets, they march back onto their ship,
Daisy barks goodbye with a happy little yip
I put my tongs down as the aliens recede,
thinking my old girl deserves a good feed
Night turns to day as the aliens disappear,
I’m left shaking from remnants of fear
Daisy comes over, nuzzles my hands
I scratch her head softly as I struggle to stand
The shed is flattened, but we are all ok,
all thanks to Daisy who saved the day
Daisy trots into the house and I follow her in
Not being invaded, I’d call that a win!
Daisy curls up on her bed after her usual twirl,
she really is the bestest, goodest, good girl.
About the Creator
Emily Lacy
Writer. Reader. Wife. Dog Mama. Lesbian. She/Her.
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